The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.
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Lady Bracknell | Sunday, August 12, 2007
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Yuk! I have a thing about moths, cannot stand 'em.
Missed a trip to Thailand because of my phobia. They have them the size of dinner plates out there.*
Like the fitting though!
* Well saucers at least
Odd, isn't it? I run (well, limp quickly), screaming from spiders, but have no problem with moffs at all.
Particularly dear little white ones like this chap.
Who was gone again by this morning.
My brother dislikes moths.
Which is why I used to catch them and put them in his bedroom.
Moths once ate my favourite hand knitted sweater. Well, at least large parts of it. Which is why I have put them under a collective ban. No moths inside the house!
At the moment we sre having issues with a large green grasshopper. We thought it was OK to keep it inside, unitl we discovered yesterday that it has started eating our plants.
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